Saturday, January 15, 2011

When the room freezes

"We throw our parties; we abandon our families to live alone in Canada; we struggle to write books that do not change the world, despite our gifts and unstinting efforts, our most extravagant hopes. We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep—it's as simple and ordinary as that. A few jump out of windows or drown themselves or take pills; more die by accident; and most of us, the vast majority, are slowly devoured by some disease or, if we're very fortunate, by time itself. There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) knows these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more."
—Michael Cunningham, The Hours

3 comments:

  1. this is depressing and full of a strange hope all at once.

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  2. I love this so much, thank you for posting it.

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  3. Someone said 'The Hours' is full of hope and depressing at the same time, and it is, it's like catching a speck of sunlight bouncing off a puddle on grey dull day isn't it... Have you seen the film?

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